I’d tell Lyla to get a room…but it looks like she already did–
and I should mind my own business.
Sheesh.
Bathsheba
There Are Three
We moved the newcomers to a cozy box in the bathroom–because no one should have to start life under a shoe rack. You know I’m right.
There are in fact, exactly 3 kitties. This one is a sweet little tiger stripe.
This little one is grey with very muted stripes–barely there.
And lastly, this one is the twin to the grey baby above only with a darker diamond on it’s nose.
I have no earthly idea if they are girls or boys because it’s hard to know with cats until they are a bit older. Maybe someone, SOMEwhere can tell, but it ain’t me.
So, we will live with the mystery.
Kitty Heaven
Ohhhh…look! I picked up this sweet baby and cuddled them while I taught my online class and the next thing I know—ZZZZzzzzzzz……
They are the cutest little things. We have two like this one…
And two of the full tigers. But for now…
I have no idea if they are girls or boys. It’s actually very hard to tell with kittens until they’re about 8 weeks old.
In the meantime…we’ll just keep calling them white face, half white and the stripey twins.
They don’t seem to care one bit.
Thoughtful Kitty
Obviously, I’m still working on the photo editing skills–but I’m new here. Patience Portifoy.
In the meantime–this is Little Lyla’s favorite place to hang out–and she literally does hang there (note the claws). It’s an interesting thing if you actually want to sit down in this chair. Pretty-much all she does is move her back leg a smidge. On the upside, it’s kinda like having a chair with a built in shoulder wrap–you know, for those cold winter nights.
Lyla is such a considerate kitty.
Heh, heh.
And Then There Was Hobbes
This, my friends is our little Mr. Hobbes. A few days after we got Lyla– Rhen walked through the door with this little imp–and oh–myyyyy…what a fire cracker he is!
In fact, he wasn’t in the house 5 minutes before he—well, see for yourself.
He pounced on poor Lyla before she had a chance to introduce herself. I could just hear her mumbling, “How rude!” as she walked away from this uncultured ruffian.
All in all, I do believe these two will be great friends. Someday in a year or two, Lyla– being 3/4 Maine Coon, will likely be much bigger than Hobbes. That seems like a dirty trick on the one hand. On the other–it might just even the score.
Either way, this little guy doesn’t seem too worried about it.
Welcome Mr. Hobbes.
We sure do love you!
